"In the future, you must work hard, don't be arrogant and lascivious, this kind of flower and wine party is good once in a while, since you are already a student in Taifu, you must restrain yourself with high requirements, you can enter this building, but not too often, don't feel that you have to come and see often because those girls are good to you, those little prodigal hooves are used to being casual, although I don't think that my industry is inferior, but compared to your studies, it is natural to focus on the latter. ”

After Ning Shu spent an hour like a lecture at Mrs. Zhou's place, after leaving the room, he found that the classmates in the lobby had already dispersed, and there was a carriage parked outside the door of the red pile of snow, with the word Yuan written on it, and the coachman Lao Xie leaned against the horse, which was left to him by Yuan Youtao.

Under the farewell gaze of a group of beauties, Ning Shu stepped into the carriage, pushed open the curtains, waved goodbye, and the carriage went along the avenue.

Walking through the street that had not yet fallen asleep, as the lively shouting outside the car faded away, a gust of wind blew through the gap in the window into the car and onto the boy's body.

Because the repair work of the imperial city was very good, even the main road outside the city did not have gravel and steep slopes, and the level of Lao Xie's imperial chariot was very high, although the speed of the carriage was very fast, but there was no feeling of bumps.

Ning Shu was sitting cross-legged in the carriage at the moment, extremely sober, constantly thinking about the problem of the mountain behind Taifu and his future plans.

Strictly speaking, I heard about the existence of Houshan from Yuan Youtao on the way to Los Angeles, and it was said that it was a place outside the world, but no one could tell what kind of people or things were in such a place outside the world, even Yuan Youtao, who had always been well-informed, didn't know.

But now it is certain that there are great supernatural beings in it.

But what do you want to enter the back mountain for?

In order to increase their strength, and then get revenge? In order to have greater authority to collect the information they want?

No matter how you look at these reasons, they are not in line with the way of a gentleman, and they are simply to use Taifu as a channel for yourself to complete a certain personal selfishness, rather than as a place of learning from the heart.

But there is no way, he is not like those famous disciples who have a heritage, a background, and rich cultivation resources, he is just a casual cultivator, if he cultivates at the current level, he can certainly improve, but it is a fool's dream to step into the peak.

What's more, unlike Mrs. Zhou thinks, the competitor he has to face on the way to the back mountain of Taifu is not the eight sons of Tianya represented by Wang Yuhuai, but Lu Xingyi of the Demon Clan's Boundless Palace, the strength of the Demon Clan's prince He has clearly seen, with his current cultivation, it is completely impossible to be Lu Xingyi's opponent, and I don't know if there will be other geniuses like the Demon Clan's prince.

Thinking about the situation that the road leading to the back mountain of Taifu would face, Ning Shu sighed.

The so-called mountain does not come to me, so I go to the mountain.

As for those classmates who hope that Taifu will become an official or a pawn in the army after completing his studies, he probably won't choose, if he can find out the murderer and take revenge successfully, it may be a good choice to return to Ping'an City and be an ordinary person.

But who can say what the future holds?

Thinking of this, Ning Shu propped up the window, turned sideways, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside.

It's autumn, and the snow may have fallen in the distant Saibei, and Luyang in the south of the Yangtze River may still be in the summer heat, but Los Angeles already has the appearance of autumn.

A gust of wind blows, and from time to time a few dry fallen leaves fall, and the sky is sprinkled with fluttering, dancing in the moonlight, which is very beautiful.

One, two, three...... Countless pieces.

As the carriage moved forward, more and more fallen leaves were falling on the ground, in mid-air, and overwhelming.

Looking at such a scene, Ning Shu frowned, and noticed that something was wrong, there were trees planted on both sides of this official road, but it was by no means as large as the mountains and forests were all over the country, and more importantly, although it was September and autumn, it was far from being able to make the leaves fall like rain.

The carriage was still moving steadily, and the driver didn't seem to notice the changes around him, and he realized that it seemed that he hadn't heard Lao Xie's voice for a long time.

Ning Shu frowned, and spread out to perceive the world, but he didn't find anything unusual.

So he took off the long sword at his waist and held it in his hand, and swept the bamboo curtain in front of him with the sword, and in front of him, Lao Xie, who was in charge of driving the car of the Yuan family, was still sitting in the position where he should be, with his back to himself, and let the fallen leaves in the sky fall on his body.

He called twice, but Lao Xie didn't look back or respond, still facing forward, quiet like a sculpture.

Seeing this scene, Ning Shu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, this feeling was very strange, except for the falling leaves and himself, giving people a feeling that everything was an illusion, even the coachman Lao Xie who had chatted with him before was like a cold ornament.

He stretched out his hand to pat Lao Xie's shoulder, and as soon as his hand touched his body, he saw Lao Xie's whole body dissipate like dust, and then spread from the reins on his hand to the horse pulling the cart, turning into ashes and blending into the fallen leaves in the sky.

There was no shock from the sudden halt of the carriage because of the disappearance of the horse, and the carriage and carriage naturally stopped as soon as the driver and the horses dissipated.

Ning Shu stepped out of the car with a slightly gloomy face, looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, without thinking, a flash of purple light, and fifty strings appeared in his hand.

He didn't know what happened to the carriage as it moved forward, let alone what Lao Xie and the horses had gone through, but one thing was for sure, without him noticing, he had fallen into a killing game.

I have been in the Taifu for the past few days, and I don't know when I got into trouble with the enemy, and those who can let themselves kill people without knowing it are afraid that the realm is much higher than their own.

The leaves seemed to fall endlessly, endlessly, forming a thick pile under the soles of the feet, surrounded by trees that were not tall and topless, and the originally ornate carriage behind them was dilapidated, with deep or shallow nicks on it, as if it had been chopped by a knife and axe.

Ning Shu stood under the fallen leaves like rain, his pupils glowed with purple light, and he looked at a tombstone in front of him, very abruptly, it was a very strange thing for a tombstone to appear in such a dense forest, and the tombstone was densely engraved with strange words that did not belong to the human race.

After a moment of silence, Ning Shu spoke: "Why don't you dare to show up after using such a means to detain me here?"

"It turns out to be true, you really have the supreme heart sutra of the demon clan on your body. ”

The sound of the wind sounded through the branches and leaves, and a figure appeared on the tombstone from nowhere, with blood-red eyes and a pale face, half-squatting on the tombstone, his hands and feet were dry and rotten, and the corners of his mouth were still dripping with blood.

With the hoarse voice of the creature, layers of black mist emerged from the tomb under the tombstone, some distance away from Ning Shu, but the smell of fishy smell had already spread throughout the forest.

"I don't seem to know you?" Ning Shu's expression was solemn, and a purple qi floated out from the center of his eyebrows, blocking all the black mist.

This seemingly corpse-like unknown creature said that he had the supreme heart sutra of the demon clan on his body, and it should refer to the "Zhongtian Ziwei Sword" passed on to him by the white pen of the hated Xiaolou, and it seems that it is also here for this, but I don't know how it knows.

"I was born nameless, and others call me a tomb ghost, but you don't have to know me, just hand over that treasure, and I can leave you a whole corpse. The hoarse voice sounded like scrap iron rubbing, and the monster squatted on the tombstone, a pair of blood-red eyes looking at Ning Shu coldly.

Ning Shu looked at the leaves around him silently, sensing the fluctuations of the meaning of this space.

He knew that he had a treasure on his body, and he also thought that one day he would face those greedy people to kill people and seize treasures, so he had been hiding fifty strings, and he really used fifty strings only two or three times, but he didn't expect to be discovered, from entering the killing game to the words of that monster, all kinds of phenomena showed that someone told it the news, but whether he was greedy for the treasure or wanted his own life, Ning Shu was more inclined to the latter.

In an instant, Ning Shu deduced many conclusions, and there was only one source - someone wanted to get rid of himself with the help of what was on his body.

Now there is no Xie Ximeng by his side, there is no Yuan Youtao, he is alone, the strength of the other party is even more unpredictable, and Ning Shu's expression has become unprecedentedly dignified.

Suddenly, a purple light slashed across the tombstone, like lightning.

It's fifty strings.

Because Ning Shu has been in a very passive situation since he entered the killing game, the opponent must be higher than his own realm, so he has to strike first.

The fifty-string sword light is very fast, and the sword intent is very sharp.

The purple light slashed at the monster that called itself the tomb ghost, and with a single blow, it slashed straight at the tombstone, making a metallic staggering sound.

The incomparably sharp fifty strings left a deep sword mark on the tombstone, and when the tomb ghost appeared on the tombstone again, his blood-red eyes were full of shock, shock and greed.

It had a wound on its right arm, from which black blood flowed.

"Sure enough, it is the treasure of the demon clan, even my blood tablet can be damaged, and I will get this treasure today!" said the tomb ghost gloomily.

The sword light flashed and did not stop, the purple light revealed the power of the white Taiyin, and the fallen leaves floating in the air appeared in a vacuum under the shroud of the sword light, and the fallen leaves that came into contact with the purple light turned into pieces one after another.

That vacuum was formed by sword intent, and inside it were countless sword qi, crisscrossing each other, like a cocoon wrapping the tomb ghost and the tomb with the tombstone inside, and everything in it was suffering from countless sword slashes.

Since one sword doesn't work, then two swords, and two swords can't, then countless swords.

The water drops are pierced, and ten thousand swords are fired together.

Ning Shu pinched the sword technique in one hand, drew out the ordinary long sword with the other, and rushed forward quickly.